Not In That Way (closed)

[Greg Mackenzie]

set on the 27th of June

Don’t shit where you eat.

Greg had heard of that expression a thousand times, and yet here he was, sitting in the common room, waiting for Dem to get ready for their "date". Oh how Harrison – his best friend – would tell him of such a big mistake he’d be undertaking right now if he was here. He did warn Greg not to carry on with his plan of asking the winged boy out to a date, but the telepath was insistent that Dem was cool with it and he knew that one date didn’t necessarily mean they would be boyfriends soon after. After all he knew how many dates Greg went to and he was still single.

Or at least that’s what Greg told himself to make him feel better about the whole thing.

While he did find Dem cute, and he enjoyed their weird banter (laced with insults as it was), it wasn’t until he found out a few days ago – completely by accident, he insisted – that the winged boy hadn’t been taken out to a proper date at all. Like he knew his hookups were mostly alcohol induced, but to be deprived of a proper date? That was just inhumane. So Greg decided it’s high time he rectify that. Pop Dem’s date cherry and all that.

Harrison tried to tell him it was a bad idea and he’d be toying with the boy’s heart and he almost listened. But then Dem came home with a bruised eye one day and wouldn’t tell Greg why and that just sealed the deal.

“Oh come on Demetrius Kristoff Wolfbane. I’m pretty sure your hair is ok,” yelled Greg over the couch, absentmindedly tossing a football up and down, “And no, I wasn’t reading your mind so I still don’t know what you look like. But I’m also sure it won’t be any worse than how you normally look. Unless of course you decide to wear that Spongebob shirt again then yes, it is bad and the date’s so off.”

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius didn't know what he was doing, that much was clear.

Here he was standing in front of mirror obsessing about how he looked- for a person. A person that Demetrius didn't even know liked him. A person that had to have been using some serious black magic to get Dem to agree to go out with him. Demetrius ran a shaky hand through his blackened hair, trying to steady his nerves. Clearly he was going insane. He didn't even like Greg. Well... He found Greg attractive. But he was pretty sure Greg only asked him out on a dare. Or maybe Greg just wanted to humiliate him.

Yeah, humiliation seemed like most likely option. However none of this was helping the young boy calm his nerves.

It started calmly, with him casually pondering what he was going to wear so that Greg wouldn't think he was a hobo (this was standard date etiquette according to TV). But it had quickly devolved into a two hour panic session. Filled with a rushed trip to the laundry room, a frantic shower, and hiding in his room for the past 30 minutes so Greg wouldn't see him panicking. He was purposely avoiding the fact Greg probably knew what going on anyway. Now he was standing in the mirror, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, adjusting his shoelaces, fixing the eyeliner he wore. All things to try and avoid going out the door.

Eventually though the real world caught up to him. In the sound of Greg's voice. Demetrius sneered lightly into the mirror before pulling his hat over his slightly curled (at the ends) locks. Here went nothing. Secretly hoping for the best Dem unlocked his door and walked out as calmly as he could manage -barely managing to maintain his non-winged appearance.

"Oh fuck off Mackenzie. Like you're any better." His voice was its familiar biting tone, but a small smile was visible. It was the first date he'd ever been on and even if he was sure it would end in disaster, he couldn't help but hope that Greg was actually trying to be nice. "It was ONCE! I wore the fuckin' shirt ONCE! It's not my fault no one showed me how to work a goddamn washer!" At least he knew better now. Walking over to the couch slowly, Dem leaned against the back of it to peer at Greg with his bright green eyes. "So where the fuck you takin' me? It better not be someplace weird or I'ma hit you."

{{His outfit- And also if anyone was curious. He smells like cinnamin}}

[Greg Mackenzie]

Despite what Dem was thinking, Greg barely had an idea what was happening in Dem’s room. True, he could easily peer into the boy’s mind and know what was happening, but that’s what he was working on – privacy. With great power comes great responsibility and all that yadda yadda. That’s what he was seeing Dr. Neville for every other week, and he couldn’t let him down.

And ‘sides, if he was peering into the other boy’s mind as he was changing, he wouldn’t be as surprised as to how nice Dem looked like when he walked out of his room.

“Damn,” was all he could say. If he could wolf-whistle right now, he would. He literally stared for about two or so seconds, Dem’s supposedly biting insults flying over the boy’s head. He’s not really a fan of the all-black thing, but the Texan was actually making it work. Maybe asking him out to a date wasn’t entirely a bad idea.

Dem’s cinnamon scent snapped him back to reality. “Fuck you for dressing so sharply,” he muttered as he grabbed the boy and held him close to his side, “Now you’re making me* look bad.” He debated whether he should plant a kiss on the boy’s temple just to show how sincere his compliment was, but decided not to last minute. It might be a little too much for the Texan in such a short amount of time and Dem would decide to call things off.

So instead he stood up, grabbing Dem’s hand and walking out the door. “I found this fun sex shop slash gay sauna downtown. I’ll leave you there while I go buy myself a dildo,” he said, giving Dem a wink then adding, “Lock the door please. I’m too lazy to take my keys out. Oh and bus comes in five minutes so we might have to rush out. You ok with that?”

ooc:
*Greg’s outfit is the one to the left, the one with the hat.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius couldn't say he actually minded Greg peering into his mind. Granted there were more than a few things he didn't want the telepath to see, but for the most part he was happy to know Greg could be trusted to keep what he saw a secret. If only because he'd yet to hear anybody else mention what he and Greg spoke about. Which made him wonder if it was really because Greg was trustworthy, or if he was some kind of dirty secret. Dem pushed that away quickly before it could take root in his mind.

As he walked out of the bedroom, despite the words coming out of his mouth, the single word that escaped Gregory made him happier than the idea of the date. His hands pulled nervously at the cuffs of his shirt before he shot Greg a wide grin, green eyes scanning the other hesitantly. A 'damn' of his own rushed out under his breath before he could hide it. Greg looked... Better than usual. Maybe it was because of the circumstance or maybe because he just thought Greg was attractive anyway, but damn did he clean up good.

Green eyes glanced over his outfit before returning to Greg's and back again. He didn't even object to Greg pulling him close. "Did I overdress?" His words came out suddenly, wanting to get them out of the way before he could get down to business. The all too important business of complimenting Greg. "Trust me... Nothin' can make y'look bad." With that he smirked some, having to bite off anything he could think of to follow that.

Dem tried to hold back his startled expression when Greg took his hand, but shoved it down quickly. He rolled his eyes at Greg's words. "Y'mean you don't already have enough dildos?" His tongue stuck out at Greg's question but he fished in his pocket to pull out his keys and lock the door to their dorm, tugging lightly on Greg via his hand. "So we'll run." He muttered, trying to debate distance to make sure he could actually go that far. However Dem didn't give himself time to think it over before lightly jogging away from Greg, slipping his hand free of the Canadian.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg had to bite his lip to prevent himself from ‘aww’-ing and giggling when Dem asked him if the Texan overdressed. It was just the cutest thing he’d ever seen Dem do and never in a million years would he have thought that the winged boy was capable of cute. From their past interactions, he figured he only had two states – pissed off or more pissed off. To say that this was a welcome change was an understatement. “You’re only overdressed if we’re planning on having sex already. And like I told you, I’m a classy woman so I only lay with my men after the third date. Second if they paid for my food on the second.” George Michael was the only guy he ever slept with on the first date, and that was because he was an Adonis. No scrap that, he was the Adonis.

A second date never happened ‘cause he was anything but good in bed. Greg said if you looked up ‘bad in bed’ in the dictionary, his face would be right beside it. “Keep the compliments coming and maybe then I’d let you get to third base tonight,” he added with a wink.

The Canadian wasn’t actually planning on running for the bus, but merely brisk walking; they’re lucky enough that the dorms were close to the exit that’s close to the bus stop and all. But then Dem started jogging and, well, who was he to stop that. “What does enough mean? Dildos are like Pokemon – you’ve got to catch them all!”

Thankfully he followed Dem’s lead and not his own plan, ‘cause they got to the stop just in time. He led the Texan to the very back seat near the windows. He grabbed the boy’s hand with both his own, then leaned his head on his shoulders just slightly as the bus started to move. “So this is the part where you tell me about yourself,” snorted Greg. As if he didn’t know Dem already. “How’re your bruises healing?”

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Dem really didn't want to be thought of as cute. Granted, he didn't want to be thought of as anything by Greg (lies). But cute was definitely crossing the line of where he drew his invisible manliness to end. Invisible because it didn't exist, at least not in the way he wanted it to exist. There was no way Demetrius could ever be mistaken as manly. "God forbid y'break your rules." Demetrius couldn't help but roll his eyes at Greg's antics. There was a pause before he shook his head some, casually reaching out to ruffle Greg's hair. "Yeah, yeah. We ain't gettin' ta that second date. Let alone that third." He didn't look at Greg while he spoke and instead busied himself by adjusting the way his shirt was hanging, a small frown on his features.

Those hands froze in mid action and his head jerked up to study Greg suspiciously. The wink could be heard through the voice, that was clear. But Demetrius was half sure it wasn't totally a joke. After a moment he decided he was delusional and let out a quiet snort. "What the hell is third base anyway?" Sure he'd heard the phrase but he wasn't actually aware what everything meant.

Green eyes rolled briefly at Greg's thoughts on Dildos but pushed it away so he could focus on running. Wondering how it was that by the time he got to the bus stop it felt like the whole world was swimming. It took another feat of superhuman strength to keep the smaller boy from panting, from showing that it took a lot out of him to run. As he was busy trying to keep himself looking like he wasn't about to drop, Demetrius didn't bother to object when Greg led him around the bus. He didn't even comment that he was being treated like some damn show pony.

If this was a date then Dem was pretty sure he hadn't been missing out. Except... For getting to see a smile he was coming to like quite a lot.

Demetrius let out another snort when Greg began his usual antics, not even trying to go into why he didn't feel like shoving the telepath away. It was a subject he'd been avoiding - even in his thoughts. Personal reflections just wasn't what he was into. "How 'bout we skip that part? Pretty damn sure we covered it before." As if Greg didn't know. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head gently, wondering why Greg just couldn't drop the whole fight. "The bruises are fine I guess. None of the nurses bitched so I would assume things are going as planned." Thought what the plan was, Dem didn't know.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg still didn’t know how he felt whenever Dem ruffled his hair, not ‘cause he didn’t like it – he does, it makes him feel cared for and safe, he says – but mostly ‘cause it feels weird. Since he’s a little bit taller than the boy and all. Didn’t it feel awkward for the Texan to reach up just to make someone else feel small? Oh the perks of being tall.

“Aww shit. Less than five minutes in and you’re already declaring the ship to be sinking. Whatever did I do?” He made sure to use the most dramatic tone he could muster, then adding an incredulous laugh right as he ended his statement. The telepath himself couldn’t really admit to himself that he was optimistic, but he was hoping things would at least end in a good note. Roommate drama was never a good thing after all. “Maybe this would help change your mind?” He gave the boy a light peck on the lips before winking and rushing forward, going on a steady pace just ahead of the other boy.

As his head was wonderfully lodged by Dem’s shoulder when the boy asked what third base was, he happily snorted through the boy’s sleeve before detaching himself for a second then giving Dem a ‘you can’t be serious’ face. “Really? I thought Americans loved their baseball euphemisms?” He temporarily unlatched his hands from Dem and said, “Third base is this.” while making the appropriate gestures. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. Just don’t use teeth and breathe through your nose and you’ll be fine.”

He didn’t go back to leaning on Dem’s shoulder, instead opting for the windows and looking at the streets and houses they passed by, but his hands did absentmindedly reach for Dem’s. “Oh hush. Don’t ruin it.”

“My favourite colour’s brown, food is red velvet anything, and my spirit animal is a peacock.” When Dem mentioned that the nurses didn’t bitch about his bruises, he looked back at the boy, gave his cheek a light tap, and said, “Good. And don’t you dare look for the boy to exact revenge ok? Don’t think that’ll be helpful.”

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius didn't think it was weird to reach up and ruffle Gregory's hair. Sure the whole position might have been a little awkward but there was something about Gregory's hair that made Demetrius want to ruffle it and ruffle it and ruffle it some more. Maybe because it made him feel slightly superior to Gregory. Or maybe it was something he didn't quite realize yet. But Demetrius knew that he liked ruffling Greg's hair so he was going to damn well keep doing it.

"Y'opened your mouth." He answered easily, pointedly ignoring Gregory's over dramatization. Life always worked better when he ignored the things Gregory did that annoyed the short tempered boy. He could just focus on how attractive Greg was and life would be grand. Still, Demetrius couldn't stop the eye roll at the antics. At least he couldn't until he felt the telltale soft lips touch his -however briefly- causing the smaller boy to sputter and give Greg a wide eyed stare.

Why did he always do that? Here they were having a perfectly pleasant conversation and Greg had to go and kiss him.

Demetrius didn't speak at Gregory practically nuzzled his sleeve, not even commenting about the weird snort that left the telepath's lips. Instead he just gently nudged the telepath at the comment about baseball. "I'm from Texas. We ain't give a shit 'bout baseball. Football's where its at." Suspicion ran through the smaller boy when Greg pulled his hands away. Only to have it all confirmed when Gregory followed through with what could only be described as pornographic gestures. "I ain't a damn virgin. I know how to do... That." And he wasn't about to elaborate.

Demetrius was still a bundle of nerves about going on this date, and if he was questioned on it -by Mathis- then he would describe his feelings as not knowing what was up. Not knowing if he was on his feet or on his head. He felt like he was trying to walk on eggshells without breaking them, yet they were cracking all the same. As a hand brushed against his, Demetrius didn't really think about rather clumsily taking it to lace his fingers through Greg's. After all, that was what he was supposed to do... Right?

He nodded his head slowly at Greg's offerings, unable to stop the snort of amazement when Greg mentioned a spirit animal. Because who the hell says shit like that?... Oh wait. Greg did. "Favorite colour's red, food is apples, and I like ta read anythin' by Shakespeare." Green eyes stared out the window to watch houses blur by, wondering when the bus would come to a stop. Dem carefully held his place when Greg poked his cheek, and glanced at him briefly before going back to the window. "I won't look for him. But if he's 'round bein' stupid again... I'll help knock sense back inta him."

[Greg Mackenzie]

Of course a kiss would shut him up. Boys will be boys after all.

Greg didn’t bother removing that smug grin he had on his face when Dem stared at him – or blankly into the space behind him, same banana – after he planted a quick one on the younger boy’s lips. If only History was as easy as this, then maybe he’d be the star student in Mr. Tonaya’s class and not that arrogant little shithead named Brandon Cruz. “You think I give a shit about baseball? It’s called common sense you little twat.” Had the sentence been directed to the Texan a few months back, it would’ve been quite the venomous retort. But as it stood right now, it was anything but. “I knew about that and I’m from Canada. You know, hockey is love, hockey is life.” If he was any better on ice he would’ve done hockey for sure. But as it was, Greg on ice was worse than a sea lion on land, so he went with lacrosse instead.

“Won’t believe it till I’ve seen it. Or in this case, experienced it.” It wasn’t really a challenge as it was an instinctive comeback, but the telepath decided to add a wink. Mind games on a first date wasn’t exactly new or a bad thing after all. And considering how Dem initiated hand holding this time, well, Greg figured he’s doing well so far.

“Booooring. Snoozefest alert, snoozefest alert.,” said Greg in an almost stereotypical fratboy-bro voice, rolling his eyes and laughing when Dem said he liked to read anything by Shakespeare, “Thank god this isn’t an online profile of yours ‘cause no one would ever message you if you write that down. You’d just sound like a pretentious loser.” His tone became a little serious when the conversation went to Lucas and violence. “Do that and I just might have to resort to breaking your arms. I mean it.” If his voice didn’t convey his seriousness about the whole thing, he hoped the tightening of his grip on the boy’s hand did. “By the way, say sorry to Marnie will you. You agree that you did go out of line, calling her names like that, right?”

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Why wouldn't a kiss have shut him up? Maybe if Greg did it consistently then Demetrius wouldn't be caught unprepared for Greg's face all near his! Demetrius would insist that this was not actually a ploy to get Greg to kiss him more.

Not. At. All.

"I don't care whatcha think, baseball is not common sense." No. He'd just keep on pretending the kiss(es) never happened. This was a sexless date. No flirting, no kissing. Dem would just keep his mouth shut and hope to God he didn't put his foot in his mouth once again. Because he'd be screwed if Greg wasn't happy with however... this went. He didn't doubt for a minute that the Canadian wouldn't waste time making his life miserable in the dorm.

He continued his sudden and self-imposed rule of 'sexless' date and completely ignored the wink from Greg. Awhile ago he might have agreed, or spoke back, but it was far easier to just let Greg have the last word on the matter.

Demetrius couldn't help but feel a little offended at Greg's comment about Dem liking Shakespeare. He was a good playwright and more people should appreciate that. Rolling his eyes, much like Greg did, he offered up and alternative. "Fine. Been readin' this series.. 'Bout vampires and a radio station. Pretty good 'cept for the girl on guy action. That a better answer for you?" He tensed some when Gregory tightened the grip on his hand, but he didn't make a single comment on the threat. Instead he just scoffed some and purposely looked out the window. "She ain't gunna wanna hear it, Greg. Not much point ta it now anyway."